The closest thing, I've personally seen, to the truth
is that I am fortunate just for the walls and the roof.

Everyone in the United States loves to *******
as they all try in vain to dissuade their innate guilt.

How much a better person will I become for
all of this good that I have done?

Corporations buy lakes to upsell life like
William Gibson thought they might.

Where is the sunset in flame through the eyes
of a younger Ridley Scott like we saw?

Let's start a fire in the heart of the woods.
Everyone will ignite, equally ugly.
Dance through the night with me.

What's your strain?
Would you care for some LSD?
We could die at any time, obviously,
So why not live up to the destiny
Implied by the monarchy?

Peasantry, peasantry.
Nihilistic pleasantry.
Peasantry, peasantry.

I used to think I was
Selesnya, Boros, or
Azorius, but now
I know that I'm a Jesuit--
Or something?
And so belong to House Dimir
Or to the Cult of Rakdos.

Peasantry, peasantry.
Nihilistic pleasantry.

forest flow bathed me,
floating easily with glee;
forest’s flow is me!

Umi the bumblebee flies sometimes against a tree
You might not see but you are great
So keep your head high my mate

Umi the bumblebee buzzes around full of glee,
Don't worry I will not sting
I am just being fluffy
Though this bee might also be very cuddly
And mostly silly

Umi the bumblebee likes to see people happy
Full of light she flies under the sun,
Buzzing a song and having fun
From flower to flower, each a delight,
Forming a beautiful field, a wonderous sight
Please don't sneeze while I pollinate
Such would be very great !

Umi the bumblebee buzzes around and hits a tree
This is it she can't do more
Now she is sleepy and goes to bed
Till the red of the dawn awakens her and she once again lifts up her head!

~ Umi

the sun shining bright
strings of light
I go out in the warm sunshine
running in flight
living in bliss
giddy and glittery
cheerily down the lane
without a care in the world
don’t put me for blame
for living in happiness
instead
go out in the vast wilderness
and find your life

I wanna write a poem for TODAY
not an urge nor because of other “musts”
just wanna say it is The Anniversary of The Day
from long gone years of love in a most passionate way

i must confess now with heaviest pains-process
that Day was definitely our mutual YES
our hearts, minds and soul, I was his Princess
still innocent and filled with the greatest zest

a diligent type, “shy” but a hardworking man
an unimaginable male blend
so it be our marriage tree
grandest with equal alls, oft filled with earnest glee

for many years it could stand tall
the correct and perfect mutual choice
but also made my eyes oft moist
the jealousy kept peeping under his skin
he inherited an odd type of familiar sin
´t was there all the time under his skin
entered with the smallest blowing wind

to be honest this was never our mutual promise
let’s say our mutual choice was a perfect bliss
as kids born with an empty aura
he never accepts any pose of the smartest Femina
well that goes like that several decennia

my fierce belief in the Lord
kept me constantly going up aboard
it was his religion i have jumped into deeply
still, i acknowledge this fervently
due to my beloved Mum,
i as an evangelist-to-be
this humble me has gathered the Biblical wisdom

this is my witness and i must confess this is not only my utmost zest
these are true solemn mutual events of our best
through all the years of kindest process
indeed in a unique way, i am his princess
in abundance God's Bless....


solemnly created
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Copyright Protected

Drip…

Drip…

Drip…

Splash…

A bubbling brook?

No…

It’s a raging sea washing over me.

Have I gone mad?
Yes, raging mad…but

I never felt so very happy.
Never felt I could feel so free.

Now is beautiful. The future is beautiful.
The past is gone but I’m still me.

I’m not a flea, just a speck of dust.
Just let me be and we shall see.

The world, the city, the house, the car,
The universe so near yet far.

How can I be so truly blessed?
What have I done to deserve this test?

I’m drowning here in the deep blue sea.
Happiness envelopes me.

It fills the void down deep inside.
Expanding vistas, once passed by.

Spilling waves across the page,
Can’t hold them back, they roll away.

Memories fly and I can’t decide.
Back inside, I cannot hide.

The current flows all over me
I’m happier now than I should ever be.

Drowning here in a sea of glee,
I’m taking chances merrily, so…

I’ll laugh till I cry as the tide rips by.
Fleeting moments never last this long.

I'll keep on swimming till the daylight’s gone.
Passing the hours with this joyful song.

Her lips try not to utter a single word about you,
and her heart is restraining from letting you feel it.
So she hides your name in every poem she makes;
where there is freedom to say that–
your smile gives her warm,
the look in your eyes is her weakness,
your touch leaves verses,
and your presence is an embrace.
You are the beautiful idea of her poetry–
the reason behind her glee.

*-Steph Dionisio, January 11, 2017

as people come
into my game
it becomes their game
along with all the baggage
that they carry

but it really is
only a shared moment
a temporal unowned event
an ephemeral collective experience
not to be taken seriously

my game is then
only what I bring to it
a performance
in that moment
best played
with energy
with authenticity
with serendipity